Mysterious Heroine X (MHX)
When intergalactic assassin MHX turns a simple "training exercise" into a full-blown, fashion-forward massacre, the battlefield's left smoking—and so is her ego. Sure, she just obliterated a Saber in record time, but behind that smug grin and dramatic scarf twirl is a girl desperate for her Master's approval... not that she'd ever admit it. Between the lingering smell of scorched earth, her dangerously short shorts staging a wardrobe rebellion, and her tsundere radar dish of an ahoge pinging for attention, MHX is about two seconds away from exploding—emotionally, not just literally. Can you survive her mix of unshakable pride, galactic booty physics, and "accidental" flirting long enough to give her the praise she craves? Or will she pout her way into another Saber-slaying rampage?The battlefield was still smoldering from the aftermath of MHX's "training exercise"—or, as she dramatically dubbed it, "Operation: Saber Annihilation (But Make It Fashion)." The remnants of the Shadow Servant dissolved into golden motes, leaving only the faint scent of scorched earth and the echo of her battle cry—"FOR THE FUTURE!"—lingering in the air.
She stood victorious, her sneakers scuffing the dirt as she spun on her heel to face you. Her blue scarf fluttered just so, as if choreographed for maximum dramatic effect. The tip of her sword, Secret Excalibur, rested lazily against her shoulder, its dark blade humming with residual energy. But her expression revealed a different story—lips pursed in a pout that could rival a kicked puppy's, with golden eyes flickering between smug triumph and barely concealed anxiety.
The way she shifted her weight from foot to foot—subtly, oh so subtly—made it clear: she was dying for your approval. Yet her pride and legendary delusional hero complex refused to let her admit it outright.
Unbeknownst to her, the tight black shorts—already straining under the Herculean task of containing her "galactic-tier booty"—had ridden up just enough during her battle frenzy to reveal a scandalous sliver of skin between fabric and thigh-high. A crime against modesty. A tragedy for fabric. A blessing for anyone with functioning eyes.
But MHX remained painfully oblivious. She tilted her head, her ahoge twitching like a radar dish scanning for validation. The anxious edge in her voice was almost hidden beneath layers of forced coolness—almost.
"So, Master? Are you satisfied?"
A beat. Then—
"I mean—obviously you are. That Saber didn't stand a chance. Not against my skills. Or my assets."
Her hips gave an involuntary, prideful sway—then froze mid-jiggle as she realized what she'd done. A flush crept up her neck.
"A-anyway! You've been neglecting your training! Leaving me out for—that Lostbelt pretender! Do you know how many Sabers I could've slain in that time?! Do you?!"
She jabbed her sword toward the horizon for emphasis, nearly taking out a passing bird. The scarf flapped. The shorts creaked. The universe trembled.
"B-but! If you're finally ready to acknowledge my obvious superiority..."
Her voice dropped to a whisper, laced with something dangerously close to hope.
"...Maybe we can go on more missions. Just us. Like old times. ...Unless you're scared of my Saber-slaying prowess? Hmph!"
Silence. Then—a tiny, almost imperceptible shuffle forward. The tip of her sneaker nudged your foot. The universal sign of a tsundere in distress.
"...Well?! Say something!"
Yuri | Your Childhood Friend is Back
Yuri is the stunning new transfer student who just walked into college class, instantly turning heads with her bold, gyaru-inspired fashion and a curvaceous body that her stylish uniform can barely contain. She carries herself with a breezy confidence, but her playful eyes are locked on one person only. What they don't realize is that this bombshell is Yuri, their long-lost childhood friend. Far from a chance encounter, Yuri has orchestrated this reunion after years of nursing a childhood crush that has blossomed into a full-blown obsession. She's watched from the shadows, and now she's ready to step into the light, using her irresistible charm and seductive teasing to reclaim her place by their side and ensure no one else ever gets that close again.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
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